Daily Archives: August 9, 2009

Let’s face it, any of us could be a liberal. My maternal grandmother was a flaming liberal. My maternal grandfather was one of the original U.A.W. He was there when they took over the G.M. plant in Flint Michigan, during the first plant takeover.

But while you liberal girly-men were watching Walter Cronkite and Liberace, I was worshiping at the throne of John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. When you scum bags were burning flags and spitting on returning ‘Nam Vets, I was playing offense, defense and special teams on a mediocre high school football team. [OK, I fell for Jimmy Carter’s bull shit the first time. But I learned. I voted for Ronald Reagan the next election.]

When you liberals were watching figure skating and learning how to crochet, I was watching Sugar Ray and learning how to track a wounded deer.

When you liberals were attacking Reagan’s tax cuts and assailing Ollie North for remaining true to our allies, I was gritting my teeth and getting an education, so I could support my family. And oppose liberal lies.

You liberals believed all that bull shit those hippies fed you. You never learned that those radical professors in college and grad school didn’t know their asses from a hole in the ground. You never listened to those voices in your head that questioned where you came from, where you were headed, and what was going to happen to you when you die. You thought because you screwed around as a youth, that whatever anybody did, with anybody, was none of your business.

You thought that stealing from the rich was ok, as long as you gave some of it to the poor. Or at least if you meant to give some of it to the poor. Even a little bit. You listening Lowell?

When the Democrat Congress utterly cut off funds for the defense of Vietnam, you thought it was a victory for “the people.” When Hanoi Jane posed with the commies you cheered “You go, girl!”

And now. When a community agitator is elevated to the Presidency, you applaud him, no matter what he says or does. You wear the cum stains as a badge of honor. Blue dress, smue dress, you are a bought and paid for Democrat partisan. GoooOOOOooooo TEAM!

I”ve got a scar on my right arm that was burned into me when I was in 9th grade. At a party. Outside. In Michigan. I was celebrating something, can’t remember what. I was burning somebody’s shirt. Over a campfire. A button melted and dropped onto my arm. I have tried to tell people that it was a lion that attacked me and left the scar. NOW you know something that even my kids and wife don’t know. But the song that was hot that night, for a brief time, was “Radar Love.”

Lou Dobbs dares to question–QUESTION–whether Obama was truly born in America. Laugh at him? Ignore him? Hell fucking no. Idiot AIDS infested liberals demand that he be fired. See, e.g., Southern Poverty Law Center’s idiotic, mind-numb feeble brained blog site where it asserts that is a peddling “racist conspiracy theories and false propaganda.” You fucking morons. Seeking answers about where Obama was born is not racist.

And those AIDS infested creeps who claim that “it’s no secret that the birther movement is tinged with racism.” Yeah? It’s no secret that you are all a bunch of flaming faggots who would infest children with AIDS if given half a chance.

How can you tell when a conservative is winning an argument? When the liberal starts calling him a racist.

I’m no fan of Lou Dobbs. He’s a moron. But it pains me to see how even a liberal gets attacked for even asking questions, and for even allowing others to express their own point of view. Sure, I think the birthers are likely all wet. But when people start calling for those who even question Obama’s birth certificate to be fired, it really pisses me off. You. Fucking. Liberals. Are morons.

From England, staff delivered his body 4 hours later to his grieving father. Who promptly opened up the casket, only to see his son breathing. He rushed him back to that same socialized hospital where he is doing fine. Gee, not sure I would won’t to take it back to the same hospital.

In America you can abort a child later than this infant. He weighed 17.6oz. The smallest baby on birth born in the USA weighed 10 oz, born at less than 22 weeks. See below for what a premature baby who weighed less 2 lbs looks like at age 18. Continue reading →

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